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“You don't have to worry about that, Dextera. Just think about my proposal. That's all I want from you.” “I accept.” I uttered out of the blue, surprising him and myself. Thor gave me a quick questioning look, clicking an eyebrow. “I accept to sign the contract with you, Great Alpha.” “Are you sure? You've got...” I cut him short. “I’m completely at your service, Alpha Thor. Beckon on me, and I'm all yours.” I saw a small, satisfactory smile pull around the Alpha's lips. “Good. The contract will be drafted and sent to you soon.”

His grip on my waist tightened until it bordered on painful—not to hurt me, but as if he were physically tying me to him so I could never pull away. “Cash won't save you, little bird,” he said, his voice dropping into a chilling, absolute certainty. “A retainer f*e buys you time. It doesn't beat the Pack Council. The Elders will look at your empty bank accounts, your lack of status, and they will sign the custody transfer before your lawyer can even speak.” Despair crushed my chest. “Then I’ll find another way—” “There is only one way to beat an Alpha under pack law,” Maddox interrupted, stepping closer until our foreheads almost touched. His gaze swept over my face with hunger I haven't see

"So, keeping everything aside, we just focus on one thing, that's bringing our Alpha home and fighting with everything we had to make those bastards pay who have dared to put their hand in wolves' den." Anger runs through my veins as another wave of pain rattles through me... but the pain is nothing in front of the fury that is burning inside me. I want blood... I want revenge, and I will not sit down until I get one. "We all are with you... we will fight with every single drop of blood, and we will not give up until we don't get our Alpha back." Taylor speaks for the first time as he steps forward. This is the first time I see Taylor without the usual smile on his face. He looks nothing lik

“Never say that, honey. Anyway, we were taken to another establishment, ‘WAX’. It’s on the coast. A guy by the name of West runs it. He’s a total slimeball." “Xander West?” I queried, noting Tori’s shock. “Know him, do you?” “He’s my stepbrother. Now estranged.” “I can't blame you for that, honey.” “And that’s obviously an alias. His real name is Alex Rhodes." "Any word on Alpha Thomas?" I asked. "Rita said you had put two and two together.” She put her hands on her hips, looking pleased with herself. “‘Sagittarius’ is Tommy’s new strip club.”

I said. “Their names don't mean much. Not anymore,” Jeremy snickered. “What we need is the Alpha signature. Stephen and Felicity are ex alpha and ex Luna.” “And what will happen if we sign these contracts?” Hazel asked. “The terms are all laid. But basically, you will sell us a set number of wolves per year,” Carlos said. My stomach turned. Everyone fell silent. Carlos reached for another sandwich and for a long moment, the only sound was his obnoxious chewing. Johnson placed his hand on my knee. He gave it a reassuring pat.

The Reign Pack had always been spoken of in whispers, their name laced with rumors, secrets, and blood. "W–what? You're a werewolf,?" she asked. "Yes and an Alpha too. And you're not a werewolf I guess but an Alpha. Impressive. I came to offer you something." Serena's brow lifted. "What could you possibly offer me?" He reached into his coat and pulled out a dark leather folder, handing it to her without hesitation. "I'll go straight to the point. An alliance. A contract."

he asked me as we looked at each other. “Fine! But in one rule," I responded. "What is it? “he asked me. "Let me flirt with other guys. You have no right to control my life" I told him, sarcastically. He just laughed at what I said to him and agreed. He said he doesn't even care about my personal life. He just needs a wife to show up in front of the council. We signed a one year contract just to make sure that we don’t break any rules.

He wore it and adjusted his collar. He then looked at his men, expecting some sort of information. [Note: His face isn't revealed] "What's with the update?" He finally asked. "Nothing much, Alpha. We are yet to do anything against the order that you have given us, we are only watching them carefully." One of them reported. "What about the girl?" The mysterious Alpha asked again. "We are also keeping an eye on her and information that reached us was that she is a white wolf." The first man answered.

The new Alpha's expression was a mixture of shock and eagerness. “An alliance would be acceptable,” he said coolly, seemingly trying to hide his excitement and appear like a composed Alpha. “We can’t exactly discuss it properly now for obvious reasons,” Natalie said, flicking a look at the Alpha male of her pack, who was still very much in wolf form. “We’ll call it a temporary verbal contract—one that will expire in thirty days if you don’t contact us to lay out the details with Dominic.”

We wouldn’t be in the situation we were in if he were alive. I sighed and dug into one of the many stacks of paperwork on my desk. I was determined to pretend that I was just a Beta running things while his Alpha was away. I was barely keeping myself from drowning in my own grief, accepting that I was now Alpha would only make it harder. I had barely started whittling down the stack when Taylor barged through my office door. “What the hell were you thinking? You called back the warriors looking for Hannah?” He yelled. I sighed, putting down the document I was working on. Taylor glared at me his hands balled into fists. He was clearly waiting for me to say something.